JACE’S POV
I knew mother didn’t spill that drink accidentally. She never liked Sophia and always tried to embarrass her at events like these.
I had a long talk with her and she agreed to be civil. I should have known better.
Beverly slipped her hand around my arm. “While she’s cleaning up let’s take those photos.”
I pulled away, my attention on Sophia. “Maybe later, Bev. I have to help my wife.”
I stepped forward, ignoring Beverly’s pout.
“Bring another dress from the suite,” I told an assistant, my tone clipped. “Something better.”
Mother’s voice cut through the murmurs, soft and innocent, like she hadn’t just staged the whole thing.
“It was only a little spill, darling. No need to fuss.”
I turned my head, and the look I gave her made her fall silent. I wasn’t in the mood for
